The Moth - The Moth Radio Hour: In Control, Or Not

Episode Date: July 26, 2022

In this hour, four storytellers attempt to control the outcome. (As the universe laughs!) This episode is hosted by Moth Senior Director Jenifer Hixson. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by The Moth and Jay Allison of Atlantic Public Media. Hosted by: Jenifer Hixson Storytellers: Dame Wilburn fakes her college graduation to avoid her mother's wrath. Gabriel Woods Lamanuzzi tries to wrangle a room of 2nd graders. Tod Kelly gets carried away and confronts a bad driver. Nimisha Ladva appreciates her father's calm command in troubling times.

Attention Houston! You have listened to our podcast and our radio hour, but did you know the Moth has live storytelling events at Wearhouse Live? The Moth has opened Mike's storytelling competitions called Story Slams that are open to anyone with a five-minute story to share on the night's theme. Upcoming themes include love hurts, stakes, clean, and pride. GoodLamoth.org forward slash Houston to experience a live show near you. That's from PRX. From PRX, this is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm your host, Jennifer Hickson. In this hour, stories about control, wanting it, wrestling it from the powers that be,

or happily surrendering it, to those more capable. Whether it's a mighty battle for absolute command, or a slight power adjustment, so you maybe could just, you know, get a little sway. The battle for control begins in childhood with your parental overlords and sometimes extends into adulthood, which is the case with our first storyteller, Dame Wilburne. You may recognize Dame's voice, either from her first Moth Main Stage story, where she attempts to take control by lifting a curse. Highly recommend that one. Or maybe you'll recognize her as one of the guest hosts on our radio hour and podcast. If you know Dame, you know that she rarely follows the rules.

Dame is a rebel. In this first story, we get to meet the woman who inspired the rebellion. Dame's mother, a woman so fierce, Dame weaves a tangled web to avoid her wrath. Live in her home city of Detroit, where we partnered with Music Hall Center for the Performing Arts. Here's Dame Wilburn. My father died the sophomore year that I was in college. And this made me the sole focus of my mother, the dragon. Now, she got that name because she wanted me to be a free spirit, but she was never prepared when I did free spirited stuff.

And she would always respond to these moments with volcanic levels of fury that could only be described as drag nisk. She was 5, 10 and heels. She kept her talons sharpened. She would wear $2,000 where the power suits and a koo trim on. And she would smoke under no smoking signs for kicks. She also once sent a man a pink slip. He was in a coma.

And she sent it to the hospital and had his wife sign for it. This is the woman whose eyes are boring and to the back of my head. As I sit at my graduation with my diploma holder trembling in my hand, this holder and I have a secret and we learned this secret about three months ago when my counselor said I was a few credits short of graduating. I was 15 credits short of graduating now. If you don't go to college, you don't understand what that means.

That's a semester. So I had somehow managed to be in school for five years and still be a semester short of graduating. Thank you. Some of y'all, some of y'all kidding. And it was also at that meeting that she told me that if you weren't graduating until the fall, you could walk in the spring and that's when it started. I began to come up with a plot that would extend the time between the time I graduated and the time my mother, the dragon, found out that I hadn't graduated,

which means I've got a problem while I'm sitting here in this chair. Now, I don't know how many of you have run a con, but if you're running a con, evidence is bad. Holding it is worse. And I'm holding something that's empty. So I need a hail Mary Pass. That's when I look to the young lady next to me,

and I see that she has a form letter that says, the reason she didn't get her diploma is because she didn't pay her last bill. I take this out of her hand, put it in my diploma holder, throw my hat up into the sky, and celebrate my graduation. Now, I walk outside, and I get into the parking lot. My mother makes a bee line for me as snatches that holder off her munder my arm

because she can smell blood in the water. She opens it up, reads it and says, make sense, and we go off to dinner and baby it was beautiful. I now have little time on my hands, but here's one of my issues. Now, I can't go home because under her direct gaze, I'm gonna crack, okay?

So I told her, well, I'm gonna work campus security for the summer. And then when I come home in the fall, I'll get a job. Now, the key to a good lie is that it's got some truth in it. I'm a cabbages security officer. At least it was until the ad, I had an administrator and a police officer knock on my dorm door. Okay, now the word they use is embezzlement, but I feel like that word is too big. Okay, stay with me. At the time, I had access to the charge account

for campus security at the school bookstore. And apparently, I had run up a charge of about $700. Exactly. So the admin informed me that I had two options. You can quit your job, pay the money back. Or we can fire you, you could pay the money back plus court costs, and you can go to jail. The officer informed me that investment

has a 15-year jail time. And I thought about it. Now, the reason I thought about it, much to the bemusement of the officer, was I was pretty sure the dragon was never gonna get her talons through those jail walls. And I might actually be safer with the cops than I was at home.

But I also know I couldn't really go to jail and tell my fellow inmates that I had embellished $700 worth of pizza flavored combos. So I took option one. Now, I find myself in another, you know, little problem because as a campus security officer, I could stay on campus for the summer for free, but I don't have that job. And I want a bookstore, $700. And to stay on campus, I've got to pay a grand. Can't ask the dreading. So this is where modified con number three comes in.

Okay, hold on, stay with us. We got this together. We're going to be all right. So I called my godparents and told them that my mother had fallen on hard times. My mother had been on hard times since she was two. I said she followed on hard times, and I needed them to pay this bill because I didn't want to ask her for the money. Okay, now we got it.

We have tied up all the loose ends. Everything is gravy. I've got the whole summer to figure out what I'm gonna save her. Well, while I was doing all that plot and thinking, I had forgotten to get myself enough money to eat. And that's when I started reading magazines. I started reading the newspaper.

I started watching the news and I turned myself into one hell of a dinner guest. I've got good shoes, I've got good manners. I know how to talk to people, I'm winning an urbane. I was raised right, mostly, and people love to have me over. And I'm good at getting myself invited to things I'm not supposed to go to.

But the end of summer, snuck up on me pretty quickly. And my buddy came in from New York and I told him everything I had going on. And he said, you know, you might be some kind of evil genius. I hope one day you're going to use your powers for good. And that's when it all hit me. I'm out of lies, I'm out of people, I'm out of time, I'm out of chances. I got one more card to play, and that's the truth. And it dawns on me, I got to call the dragon. Now, I'm not going to call her and talk to her.

Absolutely not. So I waited until she went to work, and then I called home and left a message on her answering machine. And the message I left was, hi. It's Dame. Hi, it's Dame. I didn't graduate, and I'm actually 15 credit hours short. The school says I got to pay $1,500 by end of business on Friday, so that I can register for the fall semester. If you got it great, but if you don't,

let me know. Thanks. Bye. Now, you've got to understand. I don't know how many of you have ever run a four-part con, but the key to doing it is to not talk to anybody. So I hadn't answered to the phone or like four months because talking to people is how you give up what evidence. Once I left

that message for her, I shook off the ringer on my phone, turned the answer machine volume all the way down and took a three hour nap. When I woke up my answering machine like was blinking at me angrily. It took everything in me to press that button, but I played the message and this is what it said. I will be at Sienna Heights at noon on Friday. I expect to speak with you and person. Click. Not terrifying at all. So when I told my counselor everything that had gone on. I came clean to her. She said, I don't, I think it's best that you two met me in brighter. I think you should meet in the music room and I'm going to be in my office and we're gonna leave all the doors open. This woman had met my mother one time, but she knew what I was up against. And that's how I ended up clutching a music stand, staring into the eyes of the dragon. Now I'm waiting for the speech, you know, you're a liar, you're a cheater, you have a chronic

lack of ambition, you know, the speech I've been getting my whole life. But she starts crying. And she says, do you know what it's like to not know where your child is? Do you know what it's like to leave message after message and not get it returned? Do you know that I contacted the Michigan State Police Department and tried to have you declared as a missing person, but they informed me that I couldn't do it because you were 24 years old and you were an adult. And you didn't have to call your mom. and you didn't have to call your mom.

Now, my mother didn't cry at her mother's funeral. So I'm touched and moved by this. However, the hustler in me was thinking about how the Michigan State Police Department got my back. I am in a dump. I don't have to talk to my mom. The Pope is on my side. And that's what gave me the courage to tell her, do you know what it's like to be the singular focus of a very focused mother? Do you know what it's like to have no control over your childhood

and see that it's going to spill into your adulthood? Do you know what it's like to get a diploma? You don't really want? In a degree, you don't really want? For somebody else. And then she asked me a question for the first time in 24 years. She said, what do you want to do next?

And I said, I want to finish. And we walked over to the business office and she wrote a check. And we walked outside and that's when the sun hit her. And she pulled up to her full height. And you could hear the leathery edges of her wings snapping in the wind. And she unclenched her talons and put one right up against my jugular. And she said, you need to get the hell out of this school because I'm not paying one more dime for your education.

And I thanked her and she drove off. But I didn't need her pep talk. I already knew what I wanted to do. And I walked off that campus with the highest GPA of my entire educational career, a 3.0. And my own set of leather wings. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. That was Dame Wilbur.

I called Dame to talk about her mother and her mother's legacy, and here's some of that conversation. So in the story you paint her she's pretty fierce, but she has a tender side go too. She does and the reason I paid her as fierce and my mother passed away in 2007 and she was home. So I was with her when she passed and And some of the last coherent things that she said to me was that I would tell people that she was a bad mother. And I said to her, you weren't a bad mother. And if I speak about you to people, what I was saying to them is you were formidable. I was not an easy child to raise. I was interested in everything and nothing all it

wants. And I was a comedian and I was a charmer and easily able to get in and out of things. What I thought I did was I'd driven my mother to distraction. In these later years I've talked to her sister. She said, your mother never taught to me or anybody else that I know of as if you were a burden. And when I heard that I started crying because my perception of how I had been as a child was not my mother's perception at all. And as I've gotten older, that's been of a real comfort. Dame Wilburn, talking about her mother, Mrs. Alberta Wilburn. Dame has a set of dragon wings that would make her mother proud.

I've seen them flapping with my own eyes. I also was thinking about sending you the tattoo I have on my right arm is the first tattoo I ever got and I hit it from her for like a year before she finally saw it one day as she said what's that and it's a dragon and I said well I was gonna get a heart to fit mom in it but they were all out of red so I just got a portrait of you. Stop! That's perfect!

To see a picture of the dragon tattoo she got in honor of her mother, visit theMoth.org. In a moment, a story about losing control on the road and also in a second grade classroom, when the Moth Radio Hour continues. Music The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, and presented by PRX. This is the Moth Radio Hour from PRX. I'm Jennifer Hickson. We're sharing stories about trying to exercise power over others and sometimes over ourselves. and sometimes over ourselves. This next one is from Todd Kelly. He told it at a Portland Grand Slam where we partner with Oregon Public Broadcasting.

Here's Todd. Applause. It's very important for me that you understand that I am not a violent person. I'm very even keeled. I never lose my temper. In fact, at one point when I was 25 years old, my girlfriend of a year broke up with me

because she said I was too even tempered and even keeled. She said that I so was afraid to ever get angry that her words were, I was like a woman and to quote her, she could find a better, more masculine man on the open market. And this breakup had ripples that I didn't see coming because in addition to be my girlfriend of a year, we had sort of drifted off with her friends and I'd become estranged from my own. And I started about six months prior working for her sister,

who now that we weren't together, let me know that she didn't like me, and was waiting for a reason to fire me. Which I was making too easy, because I was really terrible at my job. And I kept showing up late, and I knew if I showed up late one more time, this is about a month after we've broken up

that I'm gonna get fired. And so I accept my alarm, and I am on my way to work from my crappy life to my crappy job, driving my crappy Mazda, which is like 20 years old, and it's the kind of car where it makes these noise that frighten you, and so you turn the stereo up, so you're not afraid to drive it.

And I just, I don't know. I can't move past anything in my life. And I'm thinking about how I have nothing to look forward to when I see something come directly at me on the freeway from the window. And it is a black car hurtling toward me. And I swore over and actually go off of the highway onto the parking strip. And the car is, in fact, I immediately notice. It's not out of control. It's just cutting me off.

It's this incredibly expensive black, gorgeous BMW. And the person clear, how could he have not known that he just ran me off the road? Doesn't think anything of it, just shoots on along through traffic. And I had this moment of clarity where I decided everything life would be better if I passed him and cut him off. And this is rush hour traffic and it's in Portland and everybody is going about 35 or 40 miles an hour, except the guy who I'm chasing who's going about 60 and it sounds more dangerous than it probably is. He's a phenomenal driver and this car in handles beautifully and it's almost as if all the other cars recognize that this is a superior car and they have to get out of the way and it's like watching a dolphin

go through water and I would have no chance of falling because now I'm going in his wake and he's going back and forth and it suddenly hits me. I suddenly know he knows that I'm following him and that's why he's going faster and this is why he won't like do anything and we come up and we get to the exit where I'm supposed to get off and get to work on time. And I think, no, because justice has to be served. So I bear a lot and we're going and we're going and we're going through the curves. And I should not go through the curves in this car because it's the odd thing about my car, not all the time. But sometimes when you turn the wheel,

it's a little wild before the thing turns. So I'm now actually cutting other people off accidentally. And again, before you think hypocritical, asshole cutting off, cutting off for justice. They are very different things. But I can't, I can't, I'm not falling back, but I'm not catching up to him. And I keep going and we go. And finally we're passing to Walatin. I'm now like 15 miles past my work. We get up to the 205 interchange and suddenly cars are going up there and it breaks open. And I can see him. He's 10 car links ahead of me.

And he hits the open space. He's going 60. And then clearly he just puts his foot on the grass. And he leaves it there because he goes from 60 to 90 boom and he is like a comet and it's like those cartoons where you see the car suddenly shrink inside. But that's okay because I'm just a few seconds behind him and then I hit the open space and I hit my accelerator and I hold it out and I go from 60, I'm still going 60 because piece of shit car

And I should turn around but I don't because I think I can't stop now And then a miracle happens as I start to get towards Wilson Bill. There's some Thing happening on the highway that's caused great congestion and he's the last car in the fast lane. And I can say, oh boy, he's seeing me coming in his rearview. He knows it's coming. He knows it's coming. And I can feel the adrenaline.

I feel amazing. And suddenly he branches off and he gets off and I follow him and I think I'm going to confront him and he parks immediately in this business park and he gets out and I'm like he's going to have it out with me and I get out and he's really big and that flight part of me goes we're terrible at this and I'm like no today we're going to try and I walk up to him and I go hey and he goes, we're terrible at this. And I'm like, no, today we're gonna try it. And I walk up to him and I go, hey. And he turns around. And it's the moment I see his face

and his expression that I know he has no idea who I am. He has no idea what's happened. He has no ideas cut me off. And I have no idea what to say. And all I can say is, you cut me off. And he said, oh God, I'm sorry. Like right at the off ramp ramp. And I'm like, no, like 20 miles ago.

And he's like looking at me and he's like, and not in an unkind way, he's like, are you gonna cry? And I was, like I can feel that tears well enough. And I want to say, my life is out of control, and it's shit, and I just want something to go right, but all I can say is, you cut me off. And he says, in the coolest kind of way,

I'm so sorry, like I was late and I wasn't paying attention. And it looks like you're having a rough time. And I'm so sorry that I made it worse for you. I am terribly sorry. And I hadn't had anybody apologize to me about anything in forever. And it just felt amazing. And if this were an ABC after school special,

suddenly my life would have changed, but it didn't, of course, except the in that moment it did. I just felt better. And I apologized and I think that when I got in the car, and I started to drive off to work, knowing as soon as I was gonna get there, I was going to put in my two weeks notice and I was going to start asking myself seriously What do I need to do to get my life back on track? Thank you

That was Todd Kelly. Todd says that what happened that day in his 1983 Mazda 323 was totally out of character. I asked him why he thought he lost it that day and he said, heck if I know, maybe it was my brain's way of telling my heart, it was time to grow up and move on. And that's what he did. After Todd quit the den and job, he bartended for his bell, then had a successful career in risk management. And these days, Todd is a journalist who also produced his live shows in Portland, Oregon. For people whose North Star is predictability and order, any deviation from the path can be a challenge.

Our next story was told by Gabriel Woods-Lamonusi at a story slam Boston, where we partner with PRX and public radio station WVUO. Here's Gabriel. Okay, so I'm the type of person with assigned pegs for each specific coat that I own, and very much assign slots for each utensil in my kitchen drawers. This pillow in my world goes with this pillowcase only, and every time my girlfriend leaves her keys in my key spot, I have to just pray for patients. Left to my own devices, all of the spice bottles in my cabinets would be

label-facing forward because I'm not a barbarian. And when it's down half way, I take the soap dispenser in the bathroom and switch it with the one in the kitchen Which is used up more slowly so that they can deplete at the same time and be filled up simultaneously I consider this peak brilliance So you get the picture for as long as I can remember I have been a lover of and at times a refugee in order and at times a refugee in order. Predictability, organization, these are things

that help me maintain sanity in an otherwise chaotic and overwhelming world. And so make a plan, have a routine, everything's just safer and better that way. Well, when I went off to college, settle on a major in cognitive science, partly because the research is awesome, and partly so I could just be tucked away

in a neat, orderly little lab somewhere. While my junior year of college, I ended up stumbling my way into an education course. And the professor was an amazing human being. I had great classmates. I was having a good time. But part of the requirement for this class was going to a local classroom a couple times a week. And the final project was I had to teach a lesson about states of matter using mystery group. Okay, what is mystery group? So mystery group is this mixture of corn starch and water that when you get the perfect ratio, it's kind of liquidy when you move it slowly, but kind of solidy if you squeeze

it really suddenly or punch it or something, it's pretty cool stuff. So I decide I'm going to plan the shit out of this lesson. I'm going to do warm-up discussion with my students, and we're going to list different liquids and solids and gases, and we're going to have a worksheet for them to write down their observations while they explore the mystery group in a calm, orderly, civilized fashion. This is second grade, by the way. I was new. All right.

So the night before, I've everything laid out. And the morning of, I wake up early. And I excitedly start mixing the concoction. And I'm kind of, you know, my mind's wandering as I'm mixing one cup of cornstarch, two cups of water, one cup of cornstarch, another two cups of water. And I realized that I have no mystery goop developing below me in the Tupperware.

Instead, I just have white water, totally liquid. So I add a bit more cornstarch and then more, and then all of my cornstarch. And it's still just white water. And that's when I realize that I got the ratio backwards. And I have the cornstarch and doubled white water. And that's when I realized that I got the ratio backwards, and I have the cornstarch and doubled the water. So my orderly world just crumbles in this moment. The scientist in me decides the best option

is to evaporate the extra water as rapidly as possible. So I put it in the microwave. All this does is cook it into some weird, fluffy mass, right? So it's got all of the mystery and none of the goop. So that's okay, it's okay, I have time. So I get my car and I go to the grocery store to get some backup cornstarch. And when I get back to my car, the battery is dead.

Okay, by the time I get to school, I'm running way late, and I have no goop. I am officially goopless, which is not a place you want to be in if you want to win over a classroom full of second graders. So I rushed to the back of the room and the headteacher was running things and I'm kind of frantically but carefully mixing the cornstarch and water and my backup Tupperware with my spoon and it's working. I've got this muck in front of me, right?

It's great. And I turn around to get the work she's set on my backpack, and I turn back around, and the spoon is gone. And I look for a culprit nearby, and there's no students, and I realize, you know, I lift the tupperware up, and they're at the bottom of the goop through the see through bottom, is my spoon. So with a sigh, I reach in and take out my spoon, and I'm standing there, hand-dripping goop, frantic, frenzied eyes, you know, looking around the room, and you know what? The kids freaking loved it, right? When we got the lesson rolling, there were squeals of delight, and kids were shouting for their friends,

hey, look at this, and you know, there was dried goop dust on hands and pens and desks and my soul, and students were arguing if it was a liquid or a solid, and there was that one kid who was saying that it was debating that it was a gas, because if you're lucky, there's always that one kid, only if you're lucky. And I looked around the room and realized that it was full of curiosity and laughter, and I realized that I was laughing too. I had actually laughed every time something went wrong

that morning with the fluffy mass, with the spoons plunking. Maybe I didn't laugh with the car battery. But my point is that even though things went spectacularly awry in ways I hadn't even imagined, I was having a darn good time, and I did not feel safe, and I was not in my comfort zones. And I was most assuredly also frantic and anxious, but it was working.

I felt alive. Anyway, that graduation requirement turned into a education minor. And instead of doing brain research the past five years, I've been teaching all around the world and for every piece of organization and predictability that I've given up in my classrooms, I've welcomed in equal parts, adventure and joy. And that's a ratio I've worked really hard to get right. And I got to say my students have really taught me a lot about living a better life.

Thank you. That was Gabriel Woods Lamanuzi. As you heard, Gabe is now a teacher and says, I believe that education should be applicable, empowering, and joyful. To see a picture of Gabriel in his highly organized workspace, with a place for everything and everything in its place, visit theMoth.org where you can also download the story. There you'll also find a picture of him joyfully showing the disorganized spice rack he shares with his girlfriend. Because compromise makes for harmony. Gabriel has yielded control of the spice situation.

I'm proud of you Gabe. Coming up, a story about skinheads in London when the Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, and presented by the Public Radio Exchange, PRX.org. You're listening to the Moth Radio Hour from PRX. I'm Jennifer Hickson. In this show, we're sharing stories about how people confront power. Our final story was told by Namisha Ladna. She told this at a Moth Main Stage at St. Anne's Church in Brooklyn, New York. Here's Namisha. I grew up in England, the daughter of Indian immigrants. The spring that I turn 11, there is violence in Brixton, it's an area of London. Skinheads, police and dark skinned people, some who look like me, are clashing. On TV, there are images of things on fire.

My father talks to my brother and me and says, there's nothing for us to worry about. We don't live near the violence. We don't live near any skinheads, and we should just carry on doing what we do and being who we are. So one of the things we are is vegetarian Hindus and when bugs get into our house we don't kill them, we take them outside. So that spring a gigantic wasp gets into the house. The stinger is visible to the naked eye. My mother rolls up a newspaper, asks God for forgiveness,

and then does what she has to do. She hands the weapon to my father. But my dad does not take it. He walks up to the window where the wasp is and with his bare hands cups them around the wasp and walks outside and simply lets it free. Then he turns to me and my brother and says, I'm your father. My job is to put things where they belong, including you two monkeys.

To be honest, my brother and I do not care that we have just been insulted. Because in that moment, we are figuring out that our father, skinny shoulders, thick glasses, Indian accent, that guy, that guy might be badass. So in the neighborhood where we live, we are the only people of color. We are such an anomaly that there's this one day I'm outside in the front garden visible

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and shortbread in three flavors and chocolate biscuits. And I'm just amazed because in my house, when my mom finds an eggplant at the market, she makes eggplant curry, and that is supposed to be a treat for us. And it's not working for us. So when I get invited to Deborah's house for tea, I'm really excited.

So I ask my parents for permission. They say, yes, I go to school the next day, I wait and wait and wait and wait and wait for the school day to end, it finally does and it is time to go to Debra's house and eat that stuff. I am really excited actually to also meet Debra's mother because she is making all this magical stuff and she is raising these lovely children and I am really just so excited. ac mae'n gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r yw'r rhag. Mae'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i'r rhag i Wash them twice dear. Then she turns to Deborah.

Deborah, is this your friend you wanted to bring over for tea? Is this Felicia? I'm so shocked and scared. I don't have the nerve to tell her that I am not Felicia. My name is Nimi Shia. Then she says to Deborah, well, do you really should have known better? Why don't you tell her that she can't come inside

and that she's not welcome? Each word is poison, and I am stung. I'm stung with shame and fear, and the brand new knowledge that the touch of my hand is something that has to be washed away. I wish and wish that my father was here, that he would come and do something about Debra's mother for me, because I am not ready.

I am not ready to do anything about Deborah's mother, myself. Deborah doesn't say anything to me and I don't say anything to her and at school we pretend nothing happened. A few weeks later, my family and I are on the bus. We're coming gweithio yn ymwch, mae'r gweithio yn y bus, mae'r gweithio yn y bus, mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Mae'r gweithio yn y bus, mae'r gweithio yn y bus, mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Mae'r gweithio yn y bus, mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Mae'r gweithio yn y bus, mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Mae'r gweithio yn y bus, mae'r gweithio yn y bus.

Mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Mae'r gweithio yn y bus. Right where we have to walk, there is a group of 15, maybe 15 young men with very closely shaved heads, skinheads. Some of them have arm bands with swastikas on them. They are like the men I've seen on TV. As soon as they see us, they start to shout at us. We hate you. Go back to where you came from.

Go back to the jungle. And then to my mother who is draped in a sari, take it off. So my mother takes my hand and my brother's hand and she walks away. She walks away from the skinheads, away from our house, but my father stops her. Apro Gerto Amte, our house is this way. And he points right into the middle of the nest of skinheads. And one of them looks up. He makes eye contact with my father, and once they see each other, my father walks so fast and so sure across the street that even the skinheads make way for him. Then he puts his dark face right next to the young skinhead and I see what my father has just seen before. It's our

neighbor's son. My father speaks. Good God Frank. Does your father know you are here? You are with these people? Then he turns around and he grabs my hand and he grabs my brother's hand and my mom comes with us and we walk home right through the skinheads. in heads. Because my dad really is badass. The next day, I hear my parents talking. My dad wants to go to Frank's house and talk to his father. My mom really doesn't want him to, she doesn't want to make things worse than they

already are and they start to argue and then I hear my father, I am going okay, I am going, it is the right thing to do. So he goes. A few hours after his visit, the doorbell rings. I go to the top of the stairs to see what's happening, and it's Frank. He's not wearing his skinhead jacket, just his school uniform. My father opens a door. It's good to see you, son. Come on in. Cup of tea? So they have a cup of tea and talk for a while and Frank apologizes. My dad says to him, you did the right thing coming here today, son. Frank is blushing. He looks like an ordinary boy now, no stinger. My dad cups his hand, puts it on Frank's back, and simply walks him outside.

As the news keeps bringing more and more reports of violence and racist hatred, my dad decides it's time to leave England. So he moves us to America. In this country, I have grown up to be among other things. A dark-skinned woman married to a nice Jewish boy from Chicago. I've always assumed a happy multicultural future for us, Diwali and Hanukkah, Samozas and Latkas, two cultures, double the fun, twice the love. Perfect! This summer I stopped taking that future for granted. We're at the beach in Delaware. My children are digging a giant hole in the ground

with their father. It's what they do. So I take a boogie board and I head out into the ocean. And I'm waiting for a wave and I'm behind a group of young people and I'm closest to a man. He's probably 19 or 20 years old. And I catch something that he says, Hey Rachel, are you a Jew?

The girl says no, and he says totally casual. Well that's good, and you know what? I just knocked down two, his job is down there. I look to where he's pointing, I see the two girls with head scarves, they are barely middle school age. The next wave carries me back to shore. The same wave knocks the young man down. I get out of the water and I join my family, but I can hear him cursing. He is in a foul mood, and he is getting closer to my family.

I stand up, I put my hands at my hips, and I stand in front of my children. The man is getting closer and my heart beat quickens, I start to breathe shallow and fast. I look back at my children. They are lost in their play. But for the first time, I'm worried. I am worried that with their two cultures, can they be hated two ways? I'm thinking of my father. He is in this September, he will be 75 years old.

He has had a brain tumor operated on twice. He now walks with a walker and his hands shake a lot. I look back up at the man, and I wonder, is my children's burden twice mine? The answer comes to me in my father's voice. No, not today, not now. I look back at the man. My father can no longer take the wasps out himself,

but I can, and I am ready. Thank you. Thank you. That was Namesha Ladva. She teaches writing, oral communication, and public speaking at Haverford College. Namesha's dad has slowed down slightly, but is still 100% a bad-ass. To see a picture of young Namesha and her family outside the home they left behind in England, visit themoth.org. That's it for this episode of The Moth Radio Hour.

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